My own war game

Chapter 347 Heading to London
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, far away from the land, is the headquarters of Red Mercury, Treasure Island.

"I didn't expect there would be such a place in the sea. When did you find this place?" Margaret raised her head high and looked at the surrounding scenery curiously.

The front end of the entire island is half hollowed out, leaving a large half-underwater, half-interior space. The whole is reinforced with reinforced concrete and is equipped with a ventilation system and a simple living area. There are even canned foods that have been stacked in the warehouse for five or six years.

"Actually, this is not the place we found." Christine, who had changed into casual clothes, walked over.

"The Germans were the first to discover this place. They built a standard submarine supply base to serve as a transit point for unrestricted submarine warfare." The French girl knocked on the door beside her, on which she could vaguely see the swastika symbol that had been crossed out.

"However, this base was built too late. The Germans were completely defeated just after the main structure was completed, so it was not officially completed. At that time, Germany was in chaos and no one had the energy to continue to manage this base. The relevant information was also lost in the database in Paris. This nautical chart finally fell into my hands."

"It was originally of no value and was planned to be handed over after the confidentiality period. I didn't expect it to become my last resort. It's really ironic." Christine had a slightly self-deprecating smile on her face at this time.

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He Chi opened the door of the room and placed several cans of food on the table. "Eat some. I checked. These are German products from early 1944. The taste is definitely not satisfactory, but fortunately, they are not spoiled."

Margaret hesitated for a moment, picked up the spoon, scooped a small piece and put it into her mouth. The rough texture and indescribable grease instantly made her frown.

But unlike before, the little princess obviously hated the can in front of her, but she didn't show her temper and forced herself to eat it.

He Chi and Christine looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes. Finally, the Oriental man coughed lightly and said, "Margaret, our next stop is going to London. You should go home."

The spoon that was about to put food into her mouth stopped, and Margaret stood there in a daze.

From the Red Sea to Djibouti, from North Africa to South Africa, and then from Cape Town to here, she uncovered the Nazi escape base, searched for diamonds in South Africa, and spoke in front of the crowd. In just three months, she lived a more exciting life than her previous twenty years.

If she just wanted to run away from home at the beginning, now she has gradually come to like this kind of life. Even if she lives in a dark submarine every day and eats canned food with bad taste, she is still unwilling to give up her current life.

Buckingham Palace may be a magnificent palace to others, but to her it is a cage with gold edges.

After thinking for a moment, she took out a small box from her pocket, opened it and placed it on the table. A red diamond shaped like a teardrop lay quietly at the bottom of the simple box.

Even though she had seen it once before, Christine's eyes were still attracted by the beautiful shape.

"What does this mean?" He Chi looked at the girl and asked.

"Didn't you tell me to deal with it myself? Then it's my joining fee. I'm not leaving. I'll go wherever you go." Margaret said resolutely.

The room was silent for a moment.

Christine frowned. "You should know the relationship between us and the American and British governments. With all due respect, if you continue to stay with us, your position will be very awkward."

"I'm just a vase princess, and they just treat me as a trouble." Margaret said indifferently, and shrugged rudely like a man. "As for you, would you attack civilians for profit? So I've made up my mind. I will stay, unless you throw me away." The little princess was determined, and Christine looked at He Chi with an inquiring look.

He Chi pondered for a moment. In history, Margaret was a bohemian woman whose life was filled with troubles, scandals, and negative comments from the royal family.

Perhaps she also knew that the palace and herself were not the best choices for each other, so she wanted to leave there desperately.

Maybe she should be given a different choice...

"Okay, our next stop will still be London. There is about a month before we reach our destination. You can think about it during this time. If you change your mind, feel free to tell me." He Chi finally made a compromise decision.
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When the meeting started again, Jima was surprised to find that Margaret also appeared in the conference room. She had wiped off her lipstick and makeup powder, and was sitting aside in a soldier's uniform. When the little princess saw her come in, she blinked playfully.

"I don't want to beat around the bush, everyone. We are running low on supplies right now." This was the opening statement of Christine, who was chairing the meeting. "The last time we replenished supplies was in Djibouti. The settlement was in U.S. dollars and francs. There are only a few of these two currencies left. We can only replenish the same supplies twice more at most."

"A lot of munitions were consumed in the previous small-scale battles. There are machine tools in the base that can restore some of the simple ammunition, but the torpedoes will definitely be used up one by one." The speaker was a thin white man, Jerson, a Belgian in charge of logistics.

Hermann Oberth, a rocket expert who had just joined the team, pushed up his glasses and said in not-so-standard English, "Mr. He's several ideas are all very good. Among them, I am most optimistic about this 107mm rocket, but we lack the necessary equipment and materials for mass production."

The core message of all the people is just one - we have no money and no supplies, so we have to get something quickly.

"How much could the previous diamonds be sold for?" someone raised his hand and asked.

"Our channels are not smooth, and if we cash out quickly, it probably won't exceed one million US dollars," Jima explained.

"It would be great if we could sell that painting..." The person suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his speech and looked at Christine's face carefully.

“What else can be quickly converted into cash now?”

Finally, everyone's eyes were fixed on the small box on the table.
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A month later, near the waters of England, He Chi was fine-tuning his facial makeup in front of the mirror, and a scar that resembled a beast's scratch appeared on the right side of his cheek.

His new identity is adventurer Mr. Andy Iverson, and he is heading to England with the spoils of his continental expedition in Africa.

During this period, the upper class nobles in England have been holding various gatherings. The reason is very simple. The 22nd birthday of Her Majesty Elizabeth, the eldest daughter of George VI, the most popular royal family member among the people of England, and the saint-like person, is approaching.

It is said that the king, whose health was deteriorating, wanted to make a pair of unparalleled jewelry for his daughter as a token of his official succession.

Famous jewelers from all over the world are gathering in London at this moment.

(End of this chapter)